Oh, who is that man,
Who that man is
With a cat in his backpack,
With big-eyed black one
Meowing right behind.
The man is strong
The man is sure of what he does,
Oh does he realise
The cat has his own eyes.
Those eyes excited,
Those ones are frightened
It is afraid of wide wide world
Of wide full moon,
A scratching cat inside the bag,
A scratching cat of strong man's soul,
He's weak.
He walks so straight,
He won't look back,
Oh who's that man
He has a backpack with a cat,
He whispers in the night,
Oh does he realise the cat's eyes are his own.
